She hadn’t heard him come in, she was too busy listening to the conversation on the floor below hers.

“I’ma bring yo mama into it all I want fool! Now getcha ass back to work!” “Woman you ain’t tell me what to do! Who pays the damn bills in this house?!” “I do! And I’m about ready to throw yo broke ass out!” Learna giggled. “I don’t think so!” Follwed closely by a loud banging, a shrill shreik, and more crashing. “WHY YOU GONNA BREAK MY PHONE?!” “It’s my damn phone woman!” “You don’t pay for NUTHIN!” “Yeah!…” The conversation went on from there. But she stopped listening due to the flicking on of something…that really wasn’t supposed to be there.

She walked out of the bathroom and into the living room, her toothbrush still shoved in one side of her mouth. She was getting ready to just lounge around the house, it was late in the evening, and she was ready for some sleep. So she was going to finish brushing her teeth, read a bit then go to bed. It was obvious too since all she wore was a camisole and her underwear. Her long black-purple locks fell loosely around her face, falling just below her shoulder blades in length. Her eyes were like twin liquid pools of amethyst wide and exuding innocence…and slight stupidity. Her skin was like fine poured porcelain, the only two blemishes on her were that of a tiny scar on the left corner of her lower, full cherry lips, and a grizzly bite wound that looked as if a dog had attacked her.

She stared dumbfounded at the TV. And the young boy sitting on her couch.

“How the Hell’d you get in here. And where the Hell did you get the TV?” As she was completely unaware that she had one. As a matter of fact she was positive she didn’t have one. She didn’t have a radio either. She didn’t care for one, and there was a reason for it too. But apparently her…burglar…brought...her…something. What a lovely…Gift?

Waving it off, literally, with the gesture of long thin hands, she simply did not care. She turned around washed her mouth out and put her brush up. Then she walked back out and stood at the foot of the couch her arms crossed over her chest.

“How did you find me? Why are you here? And why do you feel the need to bring in society’s life sucker into my home? Oh, and why did you feel the need to come here? Stalking me or something?”

It sort of seemed like it. She’d seen him quite a lot recently, well…she saw several people a lot recently. She was beginning to think that wandering around was a bad idea…she started…meeting people, and things? The should made her inwardly shudder. She was perfectly happy with seclusion. In her little dump of an apartment. In the city. In Hell.

BJ's eyes had only one focus and that was the TV. Just as TV was meant to do, it absorbed every sensible comment, question, and noise outside of itself like a hypnotic box of flashing lights. His wide child-like eyes watched intently as the father handed the wife a gold fish. Rather than laughter the scene elicited fear clearly evident in his eyes. BJ was certain a bomb was hidden in that fish. Afraid to continue watching he put his head down leaving his brown-blonde hair scattered on the chair’s arm where he lay. Now that his eyes had been removed from the hypnotist his brain began to function properly. Information began to sink in and he slowly recollected recent events.

“Special vampire powers. From the couple down stairs. Off scent and intuition. Need a home. Bored. Yes.” Each answer he gave was dry and factual. “Now,” he said raising his head and letting his emerald eyes meet her amethyst one’s. “I have my own question.” His smile was sly and a bit mischievous but that was habit for he had nothing clever to say. “Lemme stay here!” He said as his smiling expression shifted to a pleading one.

He adjusted his body so that he was on his knees (still on her furniture) with his hands clasped and his eyes making constant contact. His expression seemed absolutely genuine and that was because it was to a degree. Before waiting for answer a sound from a commercial drew him back into hypnosis. He now had a strong urge for Geico, whatever that happened to be.

“What?!”

Frustrated she turned and hit the power button on the TV, dreadful…demonic box from Hell.

“You stole that from Thomas? AUGH! Do you realize how often that guy comes up here as it is? Now I’ve got his TV. You just want that poor man to die don’t you? And stop stalking me!”

She rubbed her hands over her face, they felt like ice and it was actually kind of refreshing. Peeking through her fingers she saw the boy, on his knees. With his dirty FEET on her clean COUCH. With a groan she wondered why she was always taking in strays.

“IF. I let you stay here. IF. You have to abide by MY rules. AND give that stupid Television back to Thomas downstairs BEFORE he finds out it’s missing. And you cannot put your shoes on that couch.”

She was a neat freak. Even though she lived in one of the most disgusting apartments in town, it was still as spotless as she could keep it. She’d gotten the blood stains out of the carpets and where things had leaked. She’d even repainted the walls…as…best she could.

“Ugh….this id stupid….FINE!…Fine. You can stay…I guess.” She having an obvious mental battle one whether to let him stay or not. It was only a one bedroom place. So he’d have to sleep on the couch. But he’d also have to get rid of it every morning. Unless she put a mattress down on the floor in her room…which wouldn’t be bad…she supposed. But she was so content to be living alone, as she had for, well, god only knew how long now. It’d be like, having a kid in the house again, only a teenaged, kid. She sighed and sat on the arm of the couch.

“I’ll put a mattress down on the floor in my room, blankets and all. Don’t leave it a mess when you wake up, and I’ll see if I can make room for your things in the closet.”

Again he was released from the siren call of the TV and his savior was Lea. He then resumed his pleading position, but upon hearing the work "if" his face slowly formed into a smirk. The smirk became full blown smile once she stated the last condition. He erupted in joy as he stood up hopping on the couch. Realizing that probably one of the more foolish things he could do he hopped off the couch, but in her direction. As he landed he embraced her momentarily.

"I'll give it back to him. Anything!" His blissful speech was rushed and hard to understand. His actions seemed more reminiscent of a child than a the teenager his body appeared to be.

BJ felt a bit hungry and he made no effort to hide it. With the hunger his mood changed. Before, except when watching TV, his movement was constant and his actions capricious. Now his body seemed in control of what he did. His smile returned, but more reserved. The way he stood changed. It all shifted.

"I'll make sure to do that later, but first a snack." He looked around for a window. "Would you like to come nameless roommate?" He walked backwards to the window making sure to keep balance. The moonlight through the window gave his figure an ominous aura though his smile was inviting.

“Oh god!’ was the only reaction she gave when he hugged her. Surprised, and slightly disgusted. She had been off in her own little world when he hopped up and embraced her. She hadn’t been hugged in years upon years, the feeling was strange to her. And it disgusted her a bit, due to the fact that she didn’t know the kid, where he’d been if he was covered in anything. Hygiene freak.

“Good. I don’t want his stupid-self sniffing around here any more than he usually does.” She said as she subconsciously wiped away invisible grime.

When he walked towards the window, the look on her face was unappealing and simply put, not amused, and she reached out her hand, and pointed her finger to the door.

“That’s what those wooden things on hinges are for. Not windows. And while your out. Put. The. Stupid box. Back.”

Ugh..she hated Televisions. They were brainwashing instruments used by the government.

“My name is Learna, by the way. Learna Vortex. You can call me Lea.” She smiled, an all too girly, innocent smile, and wandered back into her room to pull out his new bedroom.

Quickly realizing she had no intention of assisting him he looked to his right hand as he had that time before. He stared with emotions that weren't easy to decipher, but most closely resembled curiosity, but slightly condescending. He raised the hand to his lips. He forced his kuckle past his lips and bit. He did this as hard as he could. He tasted it, but rather let the blood drip. He opened the window and with his body halfway out.

"To think I have a home now. Guess I won't have to sleep with those bums any more. No more alley ways for me." He said hoping to distract Lea with the idea of such filth coming in contact with her.

Successful or not he leapt leaving the window shut crushing a Jack of Spades. Next task: retrieve coffin.